Moretta Ash faded into my life over fifteen years ago when my thoughts began to loop aggressively; 100 mph raw repetitions and unresolved signals to nobody. It named itself as I poured my unfiltered words and drawings into sketchbooks. Slowly, over years, I shaped it all into a final binder that I use privately for a strangely calming and redirecting outlet; guiding and moving me through bad and troubling moments. I continued to make notes and revise the writing as I came to terms with what it was.
This is what I had to create with those thoughts. I don't know why it works for me, but it does: a commonplace-like mix of original work I formed into Moretta Ash. It's a mental hike through dark territory and turned the lights on in my haunted house.